Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die read more
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?
Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know
That what was worn read more
Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know
That what was worn some twenty years ago
Comes into grace again.
I'll have a fling.
I'll have a fling.
Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
I care not twopence.
I care not twopence.
